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Jesus Christ.
“Still want to get rid of me?” I ask when a tremble rolls through her, though even I can hear the darkness winding itsway through my voice. The barely caged desire to carry her inside and make her moan my name like that until her voice is hoarse.
“Shut up,” she groans under her breath. “Please.”
I chuckle, shaking my head.
Fuck, I need to get her out of here. I need to take a ride. Clear my head of all things Hannah.
I need to find her damned sister so she can go back to her side of the state and I can stay here, in mine.
“Mason . . .” she starts, voice small and I know that this is the moment that follows obtaining the obtainable. I slip the hundred back in her purse while lead fills my veins.
“Go inside, Hannah.”
Carefully, she nods her head, her green eyes looking anywhere but at me as she climbs off my lap. Unfortunately, her scent lingers.
Without a word, she nods carefully and moves toward the door, the sounds of her pretty little moans echoing in my ears and I watch her.
I get it. Now that she’s come there’s that doubt there, slowly trickling back in like the poison her sister loved.
I’m not the man of her dreams. I’m not her knight in shining armor. I’m a goddamned mechanic. My house has three bedrooms, none of which are in a huge mansion. There’s no staff to clean up. No one to cook. No one to protect her but me.
It’s wrong for her to want me.
I’m a monster, hiding in the dark, waiting to strike when she least expects it.
And now, I’m fucking attached.
She wouldn’t get it. Kenda the “world-renowned” therapist wouldn’t get it.
Fuck, I’m not even sure I get it.
Hannah
Picture this.
You’re sound asleep, dreaming of the way your boss's shirt clings to his biceps when he’s working under a car (hot right?) when a sharp rap drags you out of your dream and into the darkness of the room around you.
My eyes feel like they’re full of sand when I blink against the blackness surrounding me.
My first thought is a panickedwhy is it fucking dark?
My second thought?
Who the fuck is knocking at my door?
Slowly, I sit upright in bed. Did I hear that or was I imagining it?
As if to confirm my suspicion, the sound of three, quick heart-stopping knocks sound from the darkness beyond my bedroom door.
Oh, fuck.
My chest feels like someone’s injected me with lead as every hair on my body stands straight up.
Swallowing a shaky breath, I force my legs to carry me out into the pitch-black void that is my living room. Remember my thing with the dark? Well, it’s here in full force and I can feel the invisible hands grabbing at me from the shadows, even as the threat outside knocks again.
Three quick, harsh taps.
